Thursday, January 5, 2012

Awhile back I told you the story of my childhood friend, and since then, I really haven’t had any experiences to speak of.

Until my daughter was born, three years ago.

Shortly after Makiya was born, we stayed in an old farm house. The bedroom that we slept in (as a newborn, Makiya was typically with us) had wood panelling on the ceiling and the walls. Never sure if it was simply the knots etc, on the wood or more, we would often witness our two month old daughter laughing, giggling, cooing and generally RESPONDING to the ceiling. Yes, I know, it sounds strange, and my husband, not being much of a believer in ghosts, spirits, etc., was pleasantly baffled. Whatever it was captivated Makiya and appeared to keep her happily entertained.

Eight months later, we moved into the house we currently live in. The history of the house, the previous owner/tenant, was only vaguely hinted at, leaving my husband and I to create the story to our liking, and joking. We made jokes about the spirit of an older lady still being in the house, myself only partially kidding.

Since we’ve been here I have, increasingly, seen, out of the corner of my eye, black shadows slice through the air. Nothing big, nothing that left me feeling frightened. Usually I second guess what I have seen, and quickly dismiss it. Although denying has become more difficult as it continues to happen.

My daughter for several months began telling us that she was afraid of the rocking chair in her room, because at night it “pinched and rocked.” Adding to that, she speaks of a man at night who plays the drum, singing ABC’s who puts her on the floor. I only add these details because while of course one can never really know for sure where the children come up with the things we say, it just nagged on my mind as I started to really feel as though there MAY be a spirit of some sort in this house.

A month or so ago as I sat in the living room with my daughter, again not quite in my center of vision, but more visible than just a flit of movement in the corner of one’s eye, I saw a larger swoop across the room from the window towards our tree (or the wall of Makiya’s room?!). I examined the room, the windows, the possibility of shadows from the trees, all to no avail; there was no possible way that it was a shadow coming in from outside, the sun was in the wrong place, and really there was nothing I can imagine that it could’ve been.

Roughly a week after that, sitting on the couch reading stories before Makiya’s nap, I suddenly noticed a RED, I don’t know, truly and honestly, it was like a beam, a laser beam?, ending on my shirt. I instantly dismissed it as the sun bouncing off Makiya’s hair and shifted. But it kept following me! It was clearly not the sun playing tricks, but, it did happen until I moved out of sight of the window.

Two nights ago, I was getting my freshly made bread bagged and into the freezer. I left the two bags on the counter as I turned to place one loaf in the freezer and as I turned I saw a large, white swoop and the bags fell to the floor. I instantly felt giddy and burst out laughing as I turned to walk away and down the stairs. I couldn’t believe it, but had to laugh AND get away from the situation.

Of course my husband, the non-believer, had to know what was so funny, and I in turn had no choice but to relay to him what had just happened. I don’t know if there is something wrong inside of my head, I wonder because of all my headaches?!, if I am simply going bonkers, OR, if I am really seeing something!